It was a man, but I couldn't see his face. He was tall and all his clothes were black. I wasn't quite sure, whether I should walk towards, or away from him. After all, I was alone, without any guards. Running away from him sounded great. However, I had to walk normally, so that he wouldn't see that I noticed him. The woods were on my right side and a few houses were on my left side. He was far away, so I had enough time to turn right and disappear into the woods. Before I entered the woods I turned around and saw that he started running. A branch in front of me slightly cut my cheeks. Blood was coming from the wound, but I continued walking. I wasn't scared, I was just irritated. Today was a nice day and I didn't feel like killing another person. Yet I still took out a knife I was always carrying around.

The sound of crackling leaves under someone's shoes became louder and louder. Which meant that he was coming closer. I stopped for a second and looked around. Adrenaline was rushing through my body as I thought about slitting his throat. Nothing special, just a cut big enough to kill him. Quietly I walked up to a tree so that he couldn't see me. And there he was. A middle-aged man with a hoodie covering his face. He didn't look my way which gave me the perfect opportunity to surprise him.

I wrapped one of my hands around his shoulder, while I was holding the blade slightly in front of his neck. His back was facing me, so I couldn't see his reaction. He tried to wiggle out of my grip, since it was useless he let out a sigh as he gave up.

"Talk or I won't hesitate to slit your throat," I growled.

"Can you please put that knife away?" He sounded annoyed. His voice reminded me of someone, but I wasn't sure where I've heard it. It was difficult to talk to him in that position, so I threw him onto the floor and put one foot onto his back. With my hand I was holding his wrists, making sure he wasn't able to escape.

"No. I don't feel generous today. Talk for fuck's sake! You're getting on my nerves." I raised my voice.

"Fine. Are you Cerelia? Cerelia Clyborne?"

"Yes. And?"

"Well, I don't know how to say this. It's complicated. We know each other. Before you were born, your mother and I were together, but then she broke up with me, so she could be with your father instead. After a while, I moved to Europe where I was leading one of our organizations. As time went by it got lonely so I went back to your mother. We, well this is kind of embarrassing to say to you, but we slept together. Then I found out that she was married to your father. I immediately left."

"Okay? What does this have to do with me? I get it you and my mother were lovers. I don't even know why I should believe you."

"First of all, you can ask her and second of all, because... " He stopped talking like he was afraid of the words he was going to say.

"Oh my fucking God! Speak!" I kicked him into his ribcage.

"Because I'm your actual father."

"Are you joking? You know that I'll find out if you're lying. And if you're lying I will kill you, but if you're saying the truth, why are you coming just now?" I let go of him.

"Because I didn't know it either. I wish that I knew it, but I didn't. Now I want to make it up to you, of course only if you let me. It probably sounds weird and you don't believe me, but that's fine."

"So you, my so-called dad let me suffer all these years with my abusive fake dad? After all the time that has passed, you decided to come to me just now? Are you aware that my dad is going to kill you if he finds you? I'm serious he'll kill you and my mom! Listen to me now, if you tell someone about this I'll kill you first. Even tho I don't want to." I let go of him, wiping the dust off of my pants.

I continued my run, even tho it was already dark outside, it was around 11 pm. But I had to clear my mind and think about everything. If my dad isn't my real dad then this means that I let him abuse me all these years. And that means that my mother cheated on him. She's still in the hospital and also weak. He could kill her easily, just by sneaking some fake doctors into the hospital. When I get home I'll have to take care of it. However, I don't think he'll find out that soon. Now I needed to think about myself. I was shocked, but not surprised. Since the day my mom disappeared I knew that something was wrong. All this time I've been fooled and dragged into this false reality. When I was a kid I've always wished to have a normal and caring father that would go with me to the playground, drive me to school, bake cookies with me, watch TV with me, or even wish me a good night. But nothing from that list ever happened, he always said he's too busy.

So many things were going through my mind. Why can't I just have a normal family, live in a normal house, with a normal school, normal friends, and a normal fucking life? They didn't even ask me if I wanted to do this. I was just dragged into this Goddamn mess. Sometimes I wish I was never born.

I started running faster and faster with every time my mind got darker. After a while, I couldn't feel my legs anymore, but that wasn't important to me, I didn't stop. It felt like a demon was chasing me waiting for me to slow down so he could catch me. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours. Without even noticing it was already 3 am. Then I wondered if Blake was worried if he was searching for me. Probably not. Why would anyone be searching for me? It felt like I was a ghost. A soul that never found peace. The last thing I wanted to do was to sleep. Sleep is just a waste of time in my opinion. Dreams are just a waste of time. Everything is a fucking waste of time.

What if I just disappear. Not in a suicidal way, but in a pack your things, don't tell anyone, throw away your phone and get into an airplane kind of way. Restarting everything. Leaving my old life behind. Wouldn't that be fun? Create a whole new personality, a whole new character in this game of life. Or maybe just die.

Without even realizing it I was already on the other side of the city. In front of a bar. This gave me a flashback of my dad. He would come home drunk like usual. Throw things across the room and scream at me. And now I'm here. Doing the same thing as him. Did I care? No. And what about it. After all, it's my dad. I was always scared of becoming the same person as him. What if that's not as bad as it sounds? What if I want to be like him. The cruel, selfish, and the disgusting person everyone feared. Of course, I didn't want to become that person. But what if I didn't have a choice? Fate. Maybe it's fate.

When I sat down on one of the chairs I took out my phone. Five missed calls and ten messages. All of them are from Blake. I turned off my phone and put it back.